“Dad, what do eggs have to do with bunny rabbits?” my eight-year-old son asked me last week. I just chuckled, shook my head and told him, “Not a thing, buddy. Not a thing.” His question of course, was about the trappings of Easter. He’s seen them everywhere for weeks. When I picked up him and …
Today is Rachel’s 25th birthday. I have not seen her since Jordan was being released from the hospital with a broken leg in early May of last year. It was not a pretty scene. Since that meeting, there have been one or two ugly text exchanges. It is a broken relationship. Likely beyond repair. I …
So, at the moment, it feels pretty much like I am giving free rein to the “serendipity” half of the equation in my life. Since I am also engaged in high school algebra (helping my oldest son who is in the 9th grade), it occurs to me that whatever I add to one half of …
